After Hours

 

The library at night holds a completely different set of monsters.  Unfamiliar sounds, creaking noises and shadows everywhere have not been checked out. They are all still here.   I would have thought everything scary about an after-hours library would have been cataloged and filed away under Boo.  Not the case.

How I ended up here is not the story.  The real story is how the heck am I going to get myself out.  Maybe if I can locate the light switch, I’ll at least be able to read until I end up setting off some motion sensor, and the police show up.  That’s when I’ll have to explain about falling asleep in that chair over there and not waking up whenever they flashed the lights, letting everyone know it was closing time.

The small light at the front desk may be enough to read by, I think I’ll look for a book on how to escape from a locked room, maybe a magician’s How-to, book.  Then again, maybe some law books.  I may need a lawyer.   Accidental Trespassing might be a thing.  Who knows?

 How poetic if I get booked...